Blind Warrior

August 16th, 2006

God in Heaven, speak of healing,
That in my desperation kneeling,
The bitter water in my soul,
Would drain and wet the ground.

Open-hearted wounds unguarded,
Lifetimes that have never started,
Wake now, oh my dying heart
For with you flies my hope.

I cannot fly with blinded eyes,
Though I will seek for vision tried,
With sword in hand I would fight
But I cannot see my enemy

A body of mud, light of life,
Both torn in monumental strife,
Never release me, Lord of all,
Free my heart and help me war.